Madame Valade was looking heartily bored, he noted, as his searching eyes found out the couple. Holding a link into the place, which had the appearance of a deep pit, Blueskin noticed a body richly dressed. It stunned her. The manager stared at the empty doorway for a space, shrugged, and returned to his ledgers. The screams of the unfortunate woman had aroused Thames from his slumbers. It was as if her finite human brain could only store a limit of information, details like hair color and fingernail shape easily jettisoned to make room for the nuances of a grin or the emotion of a shoulder blade. She held out both her hands. She slipped on white thin-soled tennis shoes with no socks, her ankles exposed as Shari had once suggested they be worn. But I know very well that that word will never be spoken.
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